Where was this blasted basket of flowers?

Lyne crossed to the table resting by the newly painted wall and picked up a basket of rose flowers that she made to place beside the dresser. After placing it there, she stepped back a bit to inspect her work in their room.

From a boring choice of pieces of furniture and colors to a lovely and exciting arrangement of flowers, decorations, and fabrics that she had spent hours handmaking. No doubt, Zeidan would surely love it when he got back. Or maybe he wouldn't.

Of course, she should have known. A pang shot through her chest at the thought. Remembering how she...